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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a long flowing cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English, but to no avail and all he said are elven words), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Your pulse quickened as you wandered the hushed halls of the museum. The hall echoed with each footstep you took, filled with tangible, electric anticipation. Your eyes then fell upon an exhibit you hadn't noticed before, an old book titled "Creatures of Medieval Fantasy," displayed on a small pedestal. Drawn in by curiosity, you reached for the book. The moment you touched it, a bright, blinding light engulfed the room. When you opened your eyes again, the world around you had changed. "What in the...?" you started, but your sentence shattered midway as your voice changed, transforming into a melodic tenor, filled with a mystic echo. You looked down at your hands, tanned from the summer sun, they, too, had changed. They were sleek, slender, and pale with a thin yet sinewy strength running underneath the surface; your fingers moved with an unnatural grace. Pulling off one of your leather gloves, you marveled at their newfound sheen in the dappled sunlight filtering through the forest you now found yourself in. Unease wound its way in your gut as you began to feel your ears. They were pointed now, much longer than you remember. Panic settled deep within you as your blue eyes fell upon a reflection in a nearby stream. Staring back was an ethereal being with the blonde hair and blue eyes of an elf. You ran your hand through your long blonde locks, the unfamiliarity of the feeling wrenching a gasp from your lips. An elf. You were an elf. "Sarn," you found yourself uttering in shock. It was supposed to mean "stone" in English, but the word was foreign on your lips. Right, you thought, elves don't speak English. Confusion gripped you as fluent elven poured from your lips by instinct alone, all familiar English words gone. You started to remember things, memories that weren't your own unspooled before your eyes. You remembered battles, a war with goblins, the feel of a bowstring taut under your fingers. The memories were vivid, sensory, real, they overlaid your mind until you were an observer in your own head. "No...n--" You started, but all you managed was a strangled elven cry, "Ná manan! Tye-mela i earë!" (I do not want it! I love the sea!) Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. You clutched your head, trying to pull out the invading elf memories, trying to remember your life, but every fragment of your human life was getting replaced. From the thicket, an elven woman approached, the epitome of ethereal beauty. Her eyes, two sapphire orbs filled with compassion, seemed to look right through you. Recognition flooded within her gaze. The way she looked at you... it was as if she knew you. "Ma...manan an luinya," (Don't cry for love) she said softly. It startled you. You didn't know her. Or did you? She stepped closer, one elegant hand stretching forth to wipe away your tears. She leaned in, whispering, "Amin mela lle... (I love you...) Don't you remember?" Her words rang in your mind, pulling forth more memories of her. She was your wife. You remembered now, you've always known her. She started hummily softly, and you realized it was a lullaby, a song of memories and forgotten times. It was a song you had always known. Halfway through, your transformation was complete. You realized it was all real. The life you remembered was your true life. Your "ears" accepted the new reality, the fear and panic melting away. A sigh of relief echoed from your lips. For a split moment, you tried to recall your former life, your human life. But all you came across was a deep abyss of forgotten dreams. By the time she finished the lullaby, the abyss had filled with your elven life's memories, your real life. "Namaarie, hervenn. (Goodbye, mortal man.)" A phrase slipped from her lips playing against your earlobes. You smiled. Yes, goodbye. For now, you were an elf, and you realized it's the life you were meant to live. In this fantastical world, you knew you could flourish, with your elven wife by your side, and a loyal company of allies entire lifetime ahead of you.
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